I’ve written a few posts about gaining weight and the comments people have made - ok, I’ll admit that since I moved to Vegas I have gained some weight but that’s normal. I think it happens to everyone who moves here. It’s pretty true for me, before I came here I used to be a strict vegetarian and would not eat any animal products whatsoever, but then I came to Vegas and I went to a buffet and as I was in line putting veggies and whatever else didn’t have a face at one time on my plate I looked over at a lady who was serving herself a piece of chicken breast in a creamy white sauce. That chicken looked so good and In a display of apocalyptic idiocy my mind started to think things through and rationalize things. I rationalized “one piece of chicken can’t possibly hurt me’ so I served myself a small piece. As I ate that chicken I could just imagine that the chicken I was eating was probably the same chicken they served in Heaven without the calories. I ate the chicken and then decided that another small slice would be ok. As I went to look for the smallest slice of chicken breast in white sauce I noticed all the other foods that had gone unnoticed. All these foods had that one ingredient that I had been missing for so long - dead animal. I got a little of this and a little of that - some meatloaf, a slice of turkey, some fried catfish, and some brisket. I ate fast and furious like someone was going to come to our table and take it all away from me. I knew that at sometime I would go home and unleash the mother of all turds but at the time I didn’t care. I just stuffed my face with piece after piece of dead animal and loved it all.

The next few days it felt like all the pieces of dead animal I had eaten had come to life in my stomach and were now stampeding throughout my intestines and everywhere else they could get to inside of me. I was sick, not the regular puke and you’ll feel better sick, but the kind where you puke and puke until there is nothing inside of you except for that hot, bile that you throw up too and you still don’t feel any better. I was so sick that I thought I saw St Christopher or whoever the Catholics think guards the gates to Heaven calling me to come and enjoy the goodness of Heaven where animals were our friends, but if ate them we wouldn’t be cramped over our toilet with tears rolling down our cheeks (just want to stress that I mean my face cheeks and not my butt cheeks)

Well, it’s been years since I ate that piece of chicken with white sauce and my body has adjusted to eating dead animal. It’s to the point where I can’t even bring myself to buy a tub of tofu or sprouts of any kind even though they were the things that made up a lot my meals for so long at one time. One bad thing that I’ve noticed and so has everyone else around me is the fact that when you eat animal products you do tend to gain weight - or at least I did.

I’m not to the point where I wobble when I walk or need some assistance to get off the couch, but it is to the point where I want to go back to the gym and workout. One problem I have is that I easily lose my motivation, so I need to find a workout partner or someone who can help me keep on tract. I think that may be one of the reasons I’ve posted this entry - it’s a little different from the stuff I usually post. I think that if I put this out here I can post stories of the workouts and nutritional changes I make on my journey to getting fit and maybe, just maybe I can get some encouragement and tips from some of the readers out there.